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Post-Apocalyptic Dystopia RP? (Lit.)

Basically a conspiracy RP. A couple infamous criminal teenagers on the street are blamed for blowing up a military base. They are hunted down by the government and go to extreme lengths to prove it was not them. (Save a boy character for me please)

Name: Rob O’Malley
Age:17
gender: male
Appearance:Rob is very strong. He is taller then the average person. He has naturally pale skin, almost white, but hours in the sun have made him tan and sunburnt. His hair is pale blond, it almost looks yellow, and it was brightened by the sun as well. His eyes are large and hazel and while his face and his relaxed movements say he is a collected person, his eyes are always on fire. People can always see right through them. Rob has very odd facial expressions with poor timing. He is the type of guy to laugh uncontrollably one second, and flip out and start breaking things the next.
Personality: Rob is reckless. He does whatever he wants, just like a toddler. He has a very bad temper, and gets violent easily. He loves loud noises and chaos. There isn't a sensitive bone in his body, he only looks out for himself, but he doesn't even do that to well. Rob is extremely confident. He never seems to be serious and loves to make people uncomfortable. He is a typical seventeen year old. Reckless, outgoing, and under the impression he is invincible.
Criminal specialty: combat and explosives
Bio: Rob had a pretty rough life as a kid, but he doesn't talk about that. Rob grew up in Miami. His mother was never really around. His half brother watched him and made up his last name. (His mother didn't remember who his dad was.) When his mother was killed, him and his brother started to move around. Eventually, they got into a fight and split.

Name: Joseph ((Last name not on record) Gender: Male Appearance: Lean, even 6'0. Dark blond hair and tanned face. Walks with a slight limp from a bad fall years ago. Personality: He is very energetic and likes to joke around, but when the going gets tough so does he. Bio: He had a hard life as a kid, he worked himself to the bone in labor camps and eventually ran away to fend for himself in the poor district. He found Rob after a successful heist and decided to stick with him, if only to further his own regime. Criminal Specialities: Theft, Conning, and Black Marketing.

Rob rubbed his eyes wearily. It was still night, he could tell by the moon and the inky sky. But why was everything so bright? He cautiously looked around, the trees and buildings around their small hiding place were aglow with orange light. The smell of sulfur and burning houses filled the air. Rob shoved Joseph awake. "What's going on?" He asked dazed. Rob clutched his machete tightly in his hands and stood up. He could see a mushroom cloud a few miles away, something was burning to the ground.

I slowly get up and cover my eyes "OW! Jayzus. What's happenin'?" I grab my lucky knife from my belt, it's curve glistening in the moonlight. I then look up at the mushroom cloud and my mouth falls open. "That's new." I manage, my Irish accent very noticeable.

"Yeah..." Rob said, staring at the explosion's progress. "What's over there?" He asked Joseph. What could be over there that someone would want to blow up with such power like that. Rob wanted to check it out, the fire lapping against the dark sky was mesmerizing. He started to walk down the empty streets towards the explosion.

"Rob wait! I know what's over there!" I yell at him and then trot up to him, the heat getting more intense with each step. "Some fancy shmancy military base. Big technology. Huge importance in the war effort. It's been a big target for the Patriots for some time."

"Oh." Rob said quietly. "Looks like the patriots won." He slid his machete back into the sheath on his waist and continued to watch the fire. "I just wish someone had told me, I want to blow up military bases." Rob smiled, he looked down and kicked some loose gravel with his boot. Then a rustling sound coming from a run down alley made him lift his head so fast his neck hurt. Rob pulled out his machete and looked at Joseph. "Someone's there."

"Way ahead of you bro." I say and walk silently up to the bush. Whatever was there scurried away and is running through dirt away from us into the night. "Well then, scaredy cat. And by the way Rob, we're not blowing up bases. Leave that to the patriots. We're out here to steal, beat, and con our way to the top. not kill."

"I'll do whatever I please." Rob said, staring at the tracks left in the dirt. The world had ended, but the human race had not. No one was there to critique Rob anymore and tell him what to do, that was the way he wanted it. "They're wearing good boots." Rob said, pointing at the tracks. "They seem to small, maybe they're a kid."

"Mhm. Military boots, but these are a size 6.5. That's common among..." I think for a moment, picking my brain of the street knowledge I have gained over ten years " Short 12 year olds. So this kid stole the boots, military regulation states you must be 6'0 and at least 15."

"Wait...no he didn't. Look at the tracks." i point down to the distinctive tracks on the ground, which tell a lot about how a person walks and where they are from "This kids from the rich district! Those boots are Corgi."

"What does that mean?" Rob asked, his eyes scanning the land scape, looking for movement. A few animals were walking around, taking advantage of the cover of night. There were no humans that he could see. "And how can you tell they're rich from their footprints?"

"Each brand of boot makes a distinctive print." I mumble, still studying the track "Poor people like us can't afford boots with intricate designs on the bottom or top, so our prints are plain. Richies, on the other hand, can buy defining boots. Look at this one's design! It's crazy."